I absolutely loved this book and for so many reasons. ‘The Story of May’ by Mordicai Gerstein is a very imaginative story about a girl who seeks out to find her father, (who happens to be the month of December). Along the way a legend is told about the months of the year, the weather they carry and how they got to be placed where they are. The illustrations are beautiful, wild, and master the character development. The story has all the whimsy and adventure of Alice in Wonderland, minus the LSD. It is silly, but not absurd and most importantly, it is meaningful.
Throughout her journey, May is greeted by the different months of the year, all relatives of hers. They guide and protect her while helping her along her path. They remind us of that wonderful feeling, in the warmth and comfort of family, knowing you are loved, and will be taken care of. At the same time, we are reminded of the comforting cyclical nature of the seasons, constant, dependable and familiar.
May’s character is a good example of the sweet, feminine spirit without being cheesy or trite. She doesn’t have a lot of dialogue, rather her character comes across through how other characters see her and interact with her. From a feminist perspective, I don’t know if this is a good or bad thing, but in the story, it comes across beautifully.
This is a story I could read over and over again, and probably will.